We sat in my room.
And we talked.
And he told me things about tomorrow.
His tomorrow.
What he likes, what he thinks, what he wants.
Young as he is, he feels he can acomplish all his dreams.
I told him to go for all that, and then, if he feels like it, more.
Knowing him, he will.
Alex, he got it.
My nephew is going to make it.
All these dreams, and all the thoughts of it.
They are not a dream, they are goals.
Just got Mikki, my wife, home from work; I went to pick her up at Wal-Mart, were she works.
And she got to it, right away; Shouting at Baby, the cat, to stay away from the food she is doing.
She does this thing, only for today, and for Christmas.
Cooking with the big stuffed olives.
As old as he is, Baby, my cat, is still very smart; And he knows when she does it.
The smell of olives in vinegar, gets him close to the oven.And he can't resist it.
And Mikki, feeds him, just these days.
Every other day the cats eat regular cat food
And Dizzy, the other cat, just comes in.
And hangs around, to get some too
But he never does the same things that Baby does.
Who knows what it is that attracts him to that smell.
And Mikki feeds them to him, to make him happy.
He is old and almost white, but those olives, he likes them a lot.
Good for him, my first cat.
My mother came to me, with a sad look in her face, and the look she gave me, when she at last, gave me the news. Was bad news, just as as I thought.
Your dad is dead; She told me; And we have been invited to his funeral.
And there I was, once more, so young, with a loved one dead,
" I went to mom's room and, said, I don't want to go.!
His family insist that you be there, because you're the only son he had.
And you carry his name.!" She said to me, and that was that.
As big as my father was, he was buried in a small coffin.
The mountain he was trying to make a good road, fell on him.
My grandma Izabel, came to hug me, when she saw me, at the funeral.
It felt good, the way she wrapped her arms around my body, and told me, she loved me.
Because, I reminded her of her late son, My father.
The road to the cementery was dented with potholes, after you left the road from the church
and crossed the railrod street, and you had to look down all the time to avoid getting your feet wet.
I was there, when my father was put in a hole, to rest in peace, at last, for him.
Miriam and Izabela, my sisters were there too; And just like me, they shoveled some dirt to the hole
just like I did, to fill our father resting place...
The day is forgetable now because it happen a while back.
And when JP told me she was gone, the day, became something to remember.
"Maria is gone.!!!" she told me, "I went to see her for some paperwork, and there was somebody else in her office"
Maybe she is sick, and took the day off, I said.
"No Jorge", she told me, "She is gone"!!!
"There is another lady in her office, and she is from out of town".she said.
I don't like Mondays, and this one became worse than a Margarita made with vodka.
The best HR person who I connected with, the one that I went to see when I needed to know, who was in
and who called out.
Who told me, to counsel those, that needed it; And to give advice to them that needed it.
She was out.!!!
Wayne, the office manager, told me complained about me being in her office too much.
And the visits to her office became less, and then just nothing.
She never said anything about me being there, to me,
Many times, our conversations turned to family, and the joy of having grandkids.
And those times were ours.
She was rare, Maria, one of kind.
Like an Elephant, big, in control of all things around.
Wise, and motherly to all.
I still remember that day when JP came to me, and told me.
But it was until friday, that I knew for sure.
Adam,asked because he felt lonely, and he got some from Eve, a long time ago.
And from then, until now, when we have a need, we, beg, we plead, we get on our knees and, well, we just hope it will all be alright.
All the hopes, and all the dreams, and a future, that was born just a few days ago, when a new man told you "I will bring change".
And change that was needed, in a country confused by natural and simple truths.
A new man is here!!!
A perfect man, he is not, but he is the man you chose to have your needs go away.!!
A man full of good ideas and great resolve, can bring you back.
And this man, that you elected to lead you; This man that needed you to make him a somebody, in order to make your life better, is just another man.
And just like Adam, he got some, but, this time, he got a lot more.
